In 60 days, I’ll have double the laundry load to do.
I’ll have to wash socks, when I don’t even wear socks.

In 60 days, I’ll have to cook for two when currently I don’t even cook for one.

In 60 days, I’ll have to pick up after myself, plus one.

In 60 days, I’ll have to share a bed with one who loves heat while I’m terribly afraid of it. But I love him so.

In 60 days, I’ll be Eli’s wife and I cannot be more eager!

(This suddenly feels like 60 days too long.)